-Liana-
“Your Highness? Princess?” Jonah’s voice seemed distant at first, and it took me a moment to focus and open my eyes. He was hovering over me, his expression filled with concern. His hand was gently stroking my forehead, and I looked at him, feeling confused.
“Jonah?”
He let out a deep sigh, clearly relieved.
“Is dinner almost ready?” I asked.
“Dinner has been ready for a long time,” he said. “It’s cold.”
“What?”
I tried to sit up but was overcome with a headache and a wave of nausea. I quickly lay back down, and Jonah stood beside me, his hands on his hips and his mouth set in a thin line. He looked extremely worried.
I couldn’t help but notice the expensive clothes he was wearing: a fine leather jacket, a pure white shirt, and dark pants. He looked so handsome that a stra
